Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 11:16:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: Alisha Mathew
Subject: Stealing Brothers wife V By Alisha
When I reached home taking the baggage brought by father I was trembling
with fear. I knew I had done a dreaded thing and if my brother's wife ever
disclose it to my elder brother he would kill me. He was a brutal and hot
tempered man. Further if he knew that I had hidden under his cot and see
his fucking sessions with his wife what would one would not do. I sat with
my father for dinner, instead of Gita didi my mother served the dishes. My
father asked what was wrong with Gita, my mother replied she had a headache
and was taking rest. I was relieved by her absence, as I had no courage to
face her after she caught me guilty peeping her being fucked in the ass by
my brother.
The next day when I was awake only Gita didi was in the kitchen, I went to
the kitchen to take tea and she understood my presence, but she pretended
to be busy making a good fire using the damp firewood. I made my presence
felt by placing the glass tumbler forcefully on the table after taking
tea. She muttered without facing me, "don't break the glass baba". Thank
god she spoke to me!, I thought she would ignore me for ever. From that
instant I fell in love with her, I knew I was doing a mistake, a taboo, I
was looking at my own brother's wife with evil intentions, I had seen her
private parts, I had witnesses her fucked in the asshole by my brother. I
felt pity towards her. I knew my brother did not break her cherry so
far. My brother was a gay, I came to knew more about his behavior. He had
made frequent visits to a lodge where boys were available for fucking and I
heard stories about marriages taking place there between men and young
boys, there were musical nights conducted and in the end boys were abused
sexually and for a payment. My brother was a patron of such lodges and when
my father was away his concubine boys approached his store and borrowed
money from him. Poor Gita didi, she was ignorant about such things, none
would believe such stories, such things happen in our land!?
I fell in love with Gita, I felt I would die if I did not see her a
day. She behaved to me as if nothing had happened. This encouraged me, I
looked at her pleadingly and I behaved more politely but she did not
acknowledge any of such things. I accompanied her to the temples and I
stood behind her when she was busy praying god with folded hands. My eyes
were roaming on her fat buttocks, (she did not wear panties when she went
to the temples), a simple dhoti, blouse and a davani( a 1.5 meter cloth
used to cover fronts over the blouses so that cleavages and the shapely
breasts are well hidden) my phallus was always rock hard while praying
standing behind her. There were the usual worshippers and admirers
including the old priest who used to throw a mixture of sandalwood paste
with Kumkum (saffron color mixture) into my didi's hands with his tobacco
chewed lips watering at the heaviness of Gita didi's breasts. My brother's
wife had the biggest breasts in our countryside. Other ladies envied her
when they say she soaping her assets when bathing together.
One day there was a heavy crowd and I was walking behind Gita sister, then
there was a pull and my front hit her fat buttocks, she looked at me with
an angry sign, but when she saw it was only me she became calm. My phallus
became rock hard and I went outside the main temple. There was some more
small deities to which the priest and worshippers would go next, I went to
the dark and masturbated, my shoot went sky high. I felt guilty doing such
a thing in the god's premise. But then our god, Lord Shiva is also a
naughty man, he used to peep at her wife Parvathy when she go for her
leisurely bath in the Ganges, as per myth. He is also an unabashed God who
did practice several sexual postures and he and his wife took the shape of
elephants and gave birth to a lord Ganesh with face of an elephant and body
of a man. So there is nothing wrong with shooting my semen before God, I
thought. While we were returning home I walked beside her and my hands
touches her hand, but she withdrew her hand and told me, " walk distant
baba, don't lean on me baba". I was blushed.
But she did offer some privileges to me, did she allow it willfully or it
just happened I was not able to distinguish, when she cleaned the premises
using a brush made of shrubs, she did not wear her towel covering her
blouse, I could see her cleavages and slightly bulging abdomen and the deep
belly button. I peeped at her through the small window from my room, often
I masturbated standing watching her heavy bosom and its deep cleavages and
her sexy belly button. But when my mother or brother was present she would
be very modest and all covered. Another occasion when I would see her milky
white thighs was when she would wash the dishes with water drawn directly
from the well and she would sit near the well with her lungi showing her
ankles and partly bare thighs. Each such occasion made my penis stand up
and I masturbated standing in the house.
One day she asked me, "Why are you going to temple everyday? How came you
become so pious overnight?". "I was just accompanying you, Gita didi" "Is
it, I don't need any such guards". "Yes, I know, but it's a prestige for
me". "What?" "Gita didi, people are saying you are the greatest chick
around here", I told her openly. "chick?! You call your brother's wife a
chick?!", she barked. "Not me, people, they say you are the most beautiful
women ever come to this countryside, so I get some prestige when I walk
with you, I am brother of such a great chick, no?" "Are you not ashamed to
refer as a brother, are you behaving like a brother to me, you are nothing
but a nasty peeping tom", she said. "I can't help it, you have such
beautiful assets". "Go away, don't take such rubbish, don't cross your
limits, remember I am your big brother's wife", she said. "I olden days
there was only a single wife for 5 brothers", I said. "Aha, now the cat is
out of bag, so you are having such thoughts, shall I tell your mother, you
scoundrel, how dare you speak such rubbish to your brother's wife, A
brother's wife is a second mother to a younger boy, don't you know that",
she was sobbing and furious. "I am sorry, but I cant help it , I love you,
I love you and I will love you even if you hate me", I walked away.
The reaction was oblivion from the next day. She did not reveal any of her
private parts, she changed to a nightie , a useless robe which covers fully
and it's a robe which was designed to be most erotic, that is a night dress
a long gown with easily removable features. But in Kerala every women age
ranging from adolescent to granny wore it and its worn at day instead of
nights. This made men hornier, as they were deprived the contours ,
cleavages , nooks and corners of a voluptuous woman which their ancestors
enjoyed until the nightie was discovered. Before the freedom struggle no
women covered their bosoms in Kerala, then upper caste women started
covering the breasts soon followed by agitation by lower caste women for
their right to cover their bosoms. Now the fanatics of Hindu and Muslims
force every woman to cover every inch of her body. Both Hindu and Muslim
fanatics unite in one thing, deprive sex, and no dating, no talking no
mingling between men and women. Thus by past nineties Indian people are
deprived every kind of sexual pleasures and to see a woman nude one has to
wait till he is married or watch his blues away watching foreign porno
films. This depression of sex makes people commit more sexual crimes and
even children are attacked. Muslims promote their burkhas and only Muslim
women's face is visible. The men who is deprived of sex, go crazy and enter
crowded buses and jerk off right in the buses or he goes to a movie hall
showing masala movie and jerk off there watching the abdomens and navels of
those extras who dance behind the hero and heroine showing their ample
midriffs and belly buttons which could hold cups of water!. The very same
guy who just jerked off seeing the navels and bulging abdomen apply tar on
the postures and preach the revealing postures should be banned. The very
next day media covers all these rubbish and different women agitations,
organizations folk before the theatres to ban such movies. Poor guy, who
want sex, who likes to watch a porno movie in the dark, who likes to have a
beer when its scorching sun outside found everything banned in this
country.
Cigarette smoking is banned, men and women traveling in same seat in a bus
is banned, men and women talking outside his house is banned, liquor is
banned, beer is banned, frustrated to the chore he goes to his home , watch
the fashion T.V girls and finally jerk off. Now a days there too censors
have come, and lingerie sections have been banned in India during day
time. Coming back to the story, I had opportunities to peep at the ladies
who were willing to show their bosoms or partially clad pussies when they
were bathing at the canals. We had a toddy tapper Mackotha who used to
climb coconut trees at evenings and he will spend hours at the top in
pretext of taking toddy but all he does is jerking off while watching the
ladies soaping their pussies and melons ignorant of Macotha's silent
presence over the coconut top.
Gita started wearing nighties and I could not see any of her plump body
then. This went on for a week and I could not stand it any longer. Once I
tried to peep through the coconut leaves made walls of the urinal when I
heard her pissing sound. But she sensed my steps and when I appeared as if
accidentally she had put the curtain down and called 'Amma, Amma', and I
ran away. One day it was an evening, my mother was away, I saw Gita didi
disappearing to the bath shed. It was not possible for her to know I was
around, I saw it as a god sent opportunity to have a peep. I saw her
clothes appearing on the wall one by one, first her dhoti, then her skirt,
then blouse and last the black bra the sight of which released my angry
young man outside my underwear. When I was moving with silent steps to the
bathroom, my mother appeared as if from nowhere, "Vasu, haven't you seen
rain is coming, go take that logs away in the shed, don't let them get wet,
we have no firewood else". Oh, shit, I cursed my mummy's appearance, I had
missed a great scene. I took the logs in hand and went to the small shed, I
arranged it in heaps, then I saw that the shed was constructed adjacent to
Gita didi's room. There was a small ventilator without any doors. But its
not safe both persons from inside and outside could see each other. I took
some teak leaves and fixed it to the ventilator and arranged the logs
quickly so that there was a small place where I could stand and I had the
excuse I was arranging logs. I put some gum to the dry leaves and fixed
them to the ventilator. Now she can see only the dry leaves, but I can see
through the small holes the whole room if I put my eyes close to the
leaves.
The rain started pouring down, and I was standing between the logs and I
shivered when I saw Gita entering her room fully covered with a lot of wet
clothes. She put away the wet clothes one by one on the hangers and when
she removed the underskirt from her chest, I gasped, my blood was boiling,
wow, she had no bra, nothing she was half nude, oooh, la la what a scene
baby, I took my phallus from my underwear I did not have to peel the
foreskin it was already gone back, my angry red sword had come out of its
sheath and was oozing wet. Gita took a dry towel and started drying her
boobs one by one, she took a lot of time looking in the mirror watching her
beauty, she lifted each breast like precious treasure dried the underside,
rubbed the nipples, and then she dried her armpits. I could see her side
and fine fleshy smooth back. She stood like a carved statue and there was a
deep channel downwards from her nape of neck, the channel itself was
sufficient for a man to jerk off. She had no spinal chord it seemed but a
fleshy spinal channel. She then wrapped the towel around her waist and
removed the wet lungi she was wearing. She stood like a wrestler and I
could see the dark fat thighs and heavy buttocks through the semi
transparent towel, only unfortunate thing was she did not face me. She then
used the wrapped towel to dry her wet hole and in the process I could see
her marvelous buttocks she put part of the towel into her rectum and using
her thumb finger she dried her asshole and after she put the towel in place
she sniffed her finger, taking to her nose. Was she smelling her asshole? I
was expecting the towel to disappear at any instant, but she took a dry
under skirt, put on it through the neck and as soon as the towel dropped
the skirt hid her fleshy buttocks from me, but I got one precious second in
between and my shoot went sky high to the mud walls just in front of me!!!.
She adjusted her skirt around her abdomen, her tits were dangling free. She
poured some talcum powder inside her palm and rubbed it on her armpits,
then she put a bra and started clipping it behind and I guessed the show
was over and unsafe to stick around. I put a last log in its place and
appeared to the front side. My mother was gone once again outside. Then my
Gita didi appeared with heavy mascara applied around her black wide eyes,
and I could sniff the talcum powder from her. "What a heavy amount of
powder you use, my nose is burning", I exclaimed. She gave me an irritated
look, "It my powder and my body, why you bother?", she asked. "But I don't
like it , its better if you had not put any powder, I cant stand near you
because of the perfume", I said. "Its my husband's money and I am doing as
I please, its better you to keep away from me", she said. I could not get
this lady, one moment she appear pacified the next moment she barks at
me. Then my mother came, "why are you quarrelling?" she asked. "Nothing
mama, we were talking about the rain, clothes are wet", she said. "Oh that,
anyway the firewood is not wet", she moved to kitchen.
The next day my parents went to attend a wedding at my sister's house and
they said they would return with my brother at night. So I was alone with
Gita didi, I fantasized so many evil things, but she went away to Villus'
house soon after my parents left. I guessed she would not return to house
if she doubted she is going to be alone with me, so I decided to bluff her,
I had no intention to make a physical contact with her even though I
masturbated in several nights thinking about it. I took my fishing
equipment and walked to the canal through Villu's compound. I saw my Gita
didi and Villu sitting on the portico and they saw me. Villu gave me a
smile and asked, "Vasu, are you going for fishing?", before I could answer
Gita said, "I don't think any ladies are bathing at this hour". Villu
laughed at the joke and I was furious. "I am not going to watch any ", I
said. Gita shot back, "We did not say it, why you agitate with me, we were
discussing something else." I walked and when I was nearing the canal, I
saw Villu and Gita walking to my home. The lunch was prepared, there was
nothing to do at the house till evening, so I was expecting Gita to take a
leisurely bath, I should not miss this opportunity, I hid my fishing rod
behind some bushes and returned to my house by another shortcut.
When I reached home, I saw nobody at the house, the doors were closed and I
saw the lights were on in Gita's room. Villu was laughing what are these
bitches doing, most probably gossiping about me, I thought. Lets overhear
them , I decided so I moved to the shed behind the bedroom and hid between
logs safely. I soon focused my eyes through the holes of the leaves and I
could see inside of the room clearly.
Villu was sitting on the cot leaning to the wall and facing me
directly. She was laughing and was busy looking for lice in my Gita didi's
hair. Gita didi was sitting between the legs of Villu , facing my side and
her long hair was being inspected by Villu, and both were laughing and
talking. This act of combing other woman's hair and killing lice is the
popular spare time activity of Keralite women in countryside. It's the time
they pass gossips and discuss womanly things and secrets. I could see
Villu's skirts hiked above her ankles and her thighs were shining in the
light like two ivory towers, her folded knee made the thighs fold at
kneecap look like shape of a pussy's outside. One could have a nice fuck by
folding her thighs and inserting the penis behind her kneecap!, I was
getting berserk. Then I saw three buttons of Gita didi's blouse was open, I
could see her black bra and the heavy breasts which were trying to burst
them out. The table fan was running, the hairs of Villu were spreading ,
Gita was leaning more against her. "Oh what a relief when I opened the
hooks, now my bosom could breath", Gita exclaimed. "But I am not getting
air now", Villu said. "Its because you were so long skirt, who wear such
long skirts at home, you hike them, it nice to feel your thighs on my
sides, its bit ticklish", Gita didi said. Villu hiked the skirt upper and I
could see the half thighs now, wow, she has so creamy and hairless. Gita
didi leaned more close to Villu and she too hiked her skirt showing the
calves and tiny hairs on her calves. If only she had put her legs fixed on
the cot I could see traces of her pussy, Villu was closely moving the comb
through the thick hairs and she caught one lice between her fingers and
crushed it. "Gita didi lean more towards me, lets see the front side",
Villu asked. "Then I would unhook the bra, its so tight today", Gita
unhooked her bra from behind and the football shaped breasts sagged a bit
and loosened. Villu exclaimed, "Aha, Gita , your tits are free, well can I
touch them, all say you have the biggest tits in this village, well let me
feel, wow, how heavy are them dear chechy, how did they reside in this 36
bra, I bet your size is 38"", Villu was cuddling Gita's breasts, and Gita
did not do anything to disrupt her. Villu said, "Gita I am envy whenever I
see your hair and breasts, will my tits ever become big like them". Gita
laughed, "Ha, Ha , hair I don't know dear, but your tits sure will become
large once you married, your husband will crush them as soon as you are
married". "Gita didi, is it true that men crush our tits as soon as they
see them?, will it cause pain?". "Ha ha, it depends on the guy, some are
greedy and rough, some handle them nice, but most of the guys go crazy once
they see them naked", Gita said, her bra had all gone and her tits were
proudly looking at me. I started masturbating rhythmically watching those
marvelous boobs. "Gita, is it true men make us naked in the first night?",
Villus asked. "You are better experienced than me, you are ready to expose
yourself even before the first night", Gita shot back. Villu blushed and
she started, "Oh, Gita what are you talking, I don't expose to
anybody". "Oh, forget it, you have Vasu , applying herbs between your legs,
your doctor of leaches, don't think I am a fool, I had seen him licking
your pussy, I saw both of you one day, but I did not want to disturb you",
Gita revealed the incident and Villu lost all the color from her
face. "Didi, you see us, oh I am doomed, it just happened, but please don't
tell it to anybody", Villu pleased. "Oh forget it, I am not going to tell
it to anybody, sweety, I just want to know if it was nice, did you get
pleasure when he licked you there?", Gita was bolder. "Oh, didi, it was
nice, I should admit it, it was really nice". "Do you want it to happen
again?", Gita asked. "I don't get you, what do you suggest", Villu
asked. "I suggest this", saying this Gita moved her hand backwards and it
disappeared into Villu's cave and she jerked but Gita inserted her finger
into Villu's pussy and she sucked her finger, I saw a flinch from Gita
didi's face. I knew the reason, she did not expect it, it was the most
pungent pussy Villu had, and Gita suppressed a vomit gesture, fortunately
as she was facing away from Villu she did not notice it. "Oh Gita, you are
naughty, well let me see your pussy too!", Villu moved forward. I was
bursting at the turn of events.
I never thought Gita might know lesbian tricks, how did a country girl knew
the pleasures between two women. But Gita removed her skirt and offered her
pussy to Villu and she nose dived into my Gita didi's pussy.
(to be continued)